I thought I'd take a day off from running today. Since I finally decided back in September that I was tired of being overweight (really, truly, completely tired of it this time. Really.) I've been doing two things: keto diet and getting cardio exercise at least five of every seven days. (That's right. A perfect five out of seven.)

Normally I alternate running: HIIT one day versus a steady pace the next, trying to keep my heart rate in a particular zone. I also alternate between the treadmill, the track at the gym, and the great outdoors. Every once in a while I take a day off just to give my knees and feet a break, make sure everything's still functioning the way it should. Today was going to be one of those days, but by round two (i.e., 15:15 CST, when the second round of football games starts) I was feeling seriously sluggish, and eventually I did this:

That's the second quarter of the Giants-Packers game, minus the first minute I missed while finding my Zune. (Probably seemed like a lot longer for Eli Manning, especially while he watched Timmons run 58 yards after picking him off at the goal line.)

So, yeah. Planned zero miles, ran four. When I say I have a plan, I mean I have a hand drawn roadmap. And when I say I have a roadmap, I mean I have a route in mind. And when I say I have a route in mind, I actually just have a destination, and that destination was probably a whim that seemed like a good idea at the time. But at least I'm going somewhere, and the Giants lost. Double score!